CAMELOT FANTASIES

THE ESS POEM

My soul, is all confused.
UPS and downs, even emptiness.
All around, I must confess.
Sometimes, there's loneliness.
Sometimes, full ov happiness.
Have I said all of the esses,
...but I haven't said the word bless.
I'll get there yet, but with no regrets.
Lessons learned, with such finesse.
There goes, another ess.
So many, that I accrue.
What could I do, a poem I guess.
All about, the words with ess.
Now I have, made some progress.
I've become, a big mess.
I must confess, I've become a big ess.
Wouldn't you say, this is a success.